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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.