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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.