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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.