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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.