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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.