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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.