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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.