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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.