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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.