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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.