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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.