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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.