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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.