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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.