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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.