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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Index,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.