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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.