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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
New Order,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.