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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.