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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.