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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Associates,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.