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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.