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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Slits,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.