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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.