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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nico,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Roxette,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.