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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
JFA,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.