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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.