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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.