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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.