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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.