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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Crime,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.