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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.