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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.