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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.