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 Japan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.