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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.