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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Magma,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.