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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.