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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.