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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.