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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Symarip,
CMW,
Yaz,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.