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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.