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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.