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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.