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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Organ,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.