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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Flipper,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.