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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.