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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.