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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.