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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.