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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.