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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.