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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Television,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.