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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.