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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.