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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.