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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.