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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.