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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Can,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.