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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Brick,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.