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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Busters to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.