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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.