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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.