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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.