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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.