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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.