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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Index,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.