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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.