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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Index,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.