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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.