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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.