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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.