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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.