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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.