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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.