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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.