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 France and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.