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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.