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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.