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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.