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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.