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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.