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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.