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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.