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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.