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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.