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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Remains,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.