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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.