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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Pole,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.