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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.