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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.