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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.