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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.