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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
X-101,
Mars,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.