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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.