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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.