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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.