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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.