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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.