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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.