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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.