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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.