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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.