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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.