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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.