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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.