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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.