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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Wings,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.