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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.