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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.