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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.