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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.