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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.