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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.