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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
ABC,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.