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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.