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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.