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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Japan to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
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.