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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Flipper,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.