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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Human League,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.