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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.