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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.