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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.