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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Can,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.