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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
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.