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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Swans,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Wire,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.