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 Greece 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.