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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Scion,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.