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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.