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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.