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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Lalann,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.