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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Swans,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.