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 Estonia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.