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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.