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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.