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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.