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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Can,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.