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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.