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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.