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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.