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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.