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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.