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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.