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 Dominica and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.