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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.