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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.