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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.