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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Cure,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.