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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.