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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.