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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.