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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.