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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Brick to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.