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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.