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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.