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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
New Order,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.