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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.