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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.