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 Iran and from London.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
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.