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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.