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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.