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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.