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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.