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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.