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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.