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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
the Slits,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.