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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Visage,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.