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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Sparks,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.