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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.