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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.