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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.