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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.