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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.