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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.