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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Japan,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.