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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Fear,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.