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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.