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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.