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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
June Days,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.