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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.