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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.