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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Adolescents to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.