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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
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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.