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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Wings,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.