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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.