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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust 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 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.