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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.