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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.