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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.