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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.