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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.