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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Remains,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.