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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.