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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.