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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.