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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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 Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.