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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.