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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.