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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.