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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.