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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.