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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.