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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.