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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Little Man to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.