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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s 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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.