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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.