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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Doors 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.