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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.