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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.