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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Josef K,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.