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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.