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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.