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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Fear,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.