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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Ten City,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.