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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.