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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.