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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.