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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.