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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.