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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.