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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.