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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.