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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.