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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.