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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.