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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Ronan,
Pole,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.