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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
X-101,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.