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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.