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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.