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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Index,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.