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 Somalia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.