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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.