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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.