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 United States and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
MC5,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.