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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.