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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Index,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.