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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.