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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Inner City,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.