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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.