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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.