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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.