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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.