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 Mexico City.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Can,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.