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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.