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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.