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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.