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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.