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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Can,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.