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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.