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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.