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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.