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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.