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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.