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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.