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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.