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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
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.