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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Television,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.