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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
New Order,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.