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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.