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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.