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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.