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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.