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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.