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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.