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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
June Days,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.