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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images 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 grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.