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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.