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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.