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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.