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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.