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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.