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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.