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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.