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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.