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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Massinfluence 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.