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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.