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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.