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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.