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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.