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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.