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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.