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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.