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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.