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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.