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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.