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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.