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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.