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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.