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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 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 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.