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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Gong,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.