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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Pole,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.