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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.