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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
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.