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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.