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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.