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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.