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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.