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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.