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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.