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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.