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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.