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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Slave,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.