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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.