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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.