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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.