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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.