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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.