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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Crime,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.