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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.