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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
a-ha,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.