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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.