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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.