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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.