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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.