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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
cv313,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.