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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.