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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.