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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.