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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.