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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.