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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tomorrow 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Wire,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.