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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.