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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.