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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Wings,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.