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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.