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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Swans,
Model 500,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.