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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.