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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.