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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.