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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.