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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.