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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.