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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.