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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.