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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Index,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.