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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.