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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.