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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.