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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Can,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.