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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Q65,
The Sound,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.