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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.