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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Monks to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.