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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.