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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.