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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.