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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.