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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.