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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.