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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Fear,
UT,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.