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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.