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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.