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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Crime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.