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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.