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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.