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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.