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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Nas,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.