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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.