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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.