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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.