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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
MC5,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.