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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Q65,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Faust,
Nas,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.