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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.