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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.