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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.