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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Technova,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.