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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.