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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.