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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.