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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.