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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.