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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.