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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.