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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.