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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Technova,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.