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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.