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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.