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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.