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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.