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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.