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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.