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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.