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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.