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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.