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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.