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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.