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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.