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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.