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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.