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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
X-101,
Shoche,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.