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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.