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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Organ,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.