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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Normal,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
MDC,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.