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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.