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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.