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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.