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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.