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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.