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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.