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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.