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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.