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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.