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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.