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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.