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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.