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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.