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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.