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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.