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 Panama 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.