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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.