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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s 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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.