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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.