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 China and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.