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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.