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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.