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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.