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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.