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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.