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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Real Kids to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.