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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.