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 India 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.