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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Q65,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.