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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.