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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.