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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.