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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.