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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.