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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.