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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.