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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.