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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.