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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.