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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.