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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.