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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.