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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.