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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.