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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
UT,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.