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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.