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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.