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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Gong,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
X-102,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.