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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.