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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.