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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.