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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
MC5,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.