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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.