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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.