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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
UT,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.