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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.