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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Brick,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.