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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.