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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.