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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.