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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.