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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
JFA,
Index,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.