Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.