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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
the Association,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.