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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Slave,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
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.