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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.