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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.