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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.