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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.