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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.