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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Nas,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.