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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.