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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
the Association,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.