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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.