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 Nepal 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.