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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Brick,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.