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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 PIL to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.