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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.