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 Niger 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.