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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.