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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.