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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Scion,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.