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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.