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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.