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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.