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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.