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 France and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Shoche to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.