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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.