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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.