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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.