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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.