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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.