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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.