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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.