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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.