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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.