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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.