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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.