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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Quantec,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.