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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.