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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Can,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.