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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.