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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.