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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Faust,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.