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 Spain and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.