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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.