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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.