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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Slave,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
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.