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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.