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 United States and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.