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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dark Day 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.