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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.