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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.