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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.