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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.