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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.