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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.