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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.