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 Russia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.