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 Chile and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.